On Losing a Dog

This is a great read. Grab the tissues and your dog before you start reading though, else you’ll be groping for both through blurry vision.

Marking Our Territory

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In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able somehow to bear. – James Thurber

In July of 2004, my brother James held Dutch, his German Shorthaired Pointer, for the first time. On November 20, 2014, James held Dutch for the last time. After ten incredible years Dutch succumbed to the ravaging effects of hemangiosarcoma, a deadly and unfortunately common cancer in dogs.

Ten years, that’s the deal. The lucky get more time, far too many get less. But we all must inevitably face the end. That end – the only end – is heartbreak. When Dutch died I held James and we cried. I wasted no breath on neat and impotent words. James…

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  1. Far too close to home to read… September’s eclipse took my girl after a very long fight with what seemed to be an autoimmune disease. Hard speaking about it still. It is so unfair they’re lives are so short [compared to ours at least] and even more so that these innocent beings should ever suffer.

    1. Oh I’m so sorry – no matter how long they live it will never be long enough. Big hugs x

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